Wu-tang Clan - S. O. S. Lyrics
Shoot em on sight sight sight (3x)Shoot em on sight sight sight [overlaps ins talking][inspectah deck]Another mission, street life, gun talk, sir iDont push me, because Im close to the edgeLivin on this thin line, I know the ledgeAllegience I pledge strictly to my comitteeWay above the law, we soar the inner cityMy crime pays, deep in the metro, nines blazeShorties watchin plus adoptin my waysIn the pjs, the heat blaze and beats raidCant see the cage but cant leave the streets of rage[street life]Its a shoot on sight fair, warfare preparedArm yourself beware, hardware tear through your flesh and bones bearWitness stand clearFlash the wu-sign to see if my comrades is in herePlo began this, ninety-nine bananasWu extravaganza, cops scandals and guns, a s.o.s.Prepare for the slug fest, unusual suspect disconnet your outfitIts a dead-end street, I play for keeps release, shots through your fleeceRetreat, delete you from the crime spreeChorusShoot em on sight sight sight (2x) [overlaps entire chorus]When you got beef wit one time-s.o.s.When you standin on the front line-s.o.s.Niggas wanna steal your sunshine-s.o.s.When it comes time to do or die-s.o.s.For the five-oh that brutalize-s.o.s.Before you try suicide-s.o.s.[street life]Street chronicle, wise words by the abominalHigh honorable, rap quotable phenomenalSeniority kid, I speak for the minorityGhetto poverty ***** the housing authorityNot to be idolized, I deal wit grand larcenyMoney laundaring, auto theft, and armed robberyNinety-nine regimine torment your residentStreet intelligence child, killahill pedestrianSucker for love-ass, niggas catch a gay-bashSlim-fast from the gun blast burner, I lastThe s-t-r, double e-t, own a desert eKeep it closely, I feed off envy and foul energyYour best friends your worst enemyThug therapy until they bury me, its do or die tonightShoot out a street light, bleak lifeAim at your windpipe, squeeze tight[inspectah deck]In the parking lot, parked in a dark spotThe specialist wit one shot been at the dropYour highness ins, darts catch your bodyFeds got me on watch wit nuttin yet to charge meI strike quick, movin on the night shiftRollin wit those who been the same likenessWhere I come from the blast make your ears go numbTrust no one cuz murderers range old to youngAnd death dont discriminate, to choose your fateShot wit hypedermic sword wit the trey-eightGotta hold your weight, theres no escape from the mayhemIm livin for now but tryin to make it to the a.m.Creepin in the hallways, we always on barrowCalico crept close to over cash flowThe neighborhood watch, the skunks in my sock got me rockedBut keep my eyes on the shot clockChorus
